Right, chapter 11. Part of, the long awaited revealing of the past. Here we go.

Summary: She was always good at hiding. Hiding objects, people, herself and her emotions. Hiding her emotions to the extent that even she couldn't realize them. She preferred it this way, because this way she never needed to tell people everything and more importantly, trust them. He was always a bit ahead of everyone, running from his emotions. Busy with his work, his training, his duties, he hardly ever had time to think, let alone do simple things such as smiling, laughing, having fun and enjoying life. When these two crash, and are forced to trust each other when faced against a mutual enemy, will they manage? Or will they go down before that? Read to find out...

Disclaimer: No, I don't own CCS

Chapter 11

Reader's P.O.V

A young girl, just 10 years of age, hugged her amethyst-eyed best friend. She then opened the front gate, and dashed down the path leading to her quite large house. She rang the doorbell, and someone opened the door almost immediately - almost immediately, like they had been waiting for her, which they had. Like every other weekday of the girl's life so far, Sakura was back from school.

But unlike the rest of her days, it wasn't her mother, but her brother who opened the door. Gazing upon his unusually solemn face, Sakura knew something was wrong. Instead of her routine of throwing her bag to the side and rushing into the kitchen, Sakura meekly put her bag besides the staircase, and followed her brother when he beckoned to her.

Up the stairs, down the corridor, and left, they finally stopped in front of the familiar door. It was her father's study, the one they had never been allowed into. What was going on? Sakura tried to look for clues on her brother's face, but she couldn't make anything out of the grim frown. Her brother was usually scowling anyway, especially after he teased Sakura, since she would stomp on his foot. Funnily, this happened with monotonous regularity, and somehow Sakura always managed to get her way.

Her brother knocked, and a voice asked, "Is that Touya and Sakura?". Getting an affirmative answer, the man called them in. They walked in, and Sakura was slightly disappointed. She had expected either a dark dungeon study with portraits and bookcases leading to secret passageways. What she got was a normal bright coloured room, with a desk, a comfy sofa and pleasant looking pictures of landscapes.

Making their way to the chairs in front of the sofa, the two sat down. On the other side, sat her father, and from the corner of the room she hadn't noticed before, her mother emerged.

"Hello Sakura, how was your day at school?" Nadesiko asked.

"Oh, it was great mother! We finished that book, you know the one I had told you about? And I got an A+ on my art homework! My teacher put it up on the wall and-" Fujitaka interrupted her with a small cough, which made the young girl shut up immediately.

"Well, Sakura, I'm glad you had a good day, but I'm afraid that you won't be able to … No, let me rephrase that. I don't think you can keep going to the same school."

Tears immediately filled Sakura's eyes, as she asked, "Are we moving? 'Cause there is NO way im leaving Tomoyo and everyone behind! I'm in the cheerleading squad, and I might be made captain! I love this place, you can't move me away now! Even though I'll have family, I can't leave my life behind, please can we not go?"

"We're not moving Sakura," Hope from this sentenced left Sakura when Nadesiko said the last word and broke down, " you are."

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Reader's P.O.V

Sakura woke up with a start. It was a while since she had had that dream. Or nightmare, since after that, everything had started, and she hadn't been able to control anything. Heck, she still couldn't control anything.

Finding herself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling, she frowned and sat up. She was in an uncomfortable bed with a bottle green coloured matching pillow and blanket. The wall had damp seeping in from it around the corners, and there was no decoration in the room. Apart from a window, a wardrobe with its door broken and another bed, there was nothing in the room … it took a moment before everything from yesterday cam rushing back to Sakura, and she dropped her head back with a sigh, then cursed as it hit the wall.

Realising she wouldn't get back to sleep, she put her feet down on the freezing floor. Making her way to the wardrobe, and looked inside for her stuff. Finding her watch, she looked at the time - 5:00 a.m. She looked around, her eyes landing on the figure under the blankets on the other bed. An unconscious evil smile spread on her face.

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"AAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!! COLD COLD COLD COLD COLD!!!" Screamed an incredibly soaked, shocked, and surprised Syaoran. He had been asleep, having good dreams of better beds. He hadn't really gone into the shower yet, so he was surprised when the ceiling of his bedroom started spraying water. Was it a fir alarm? And then a big gush of water hit him. The rest, as they say, is history.

"Oh, shut up you big wimp. Its just water!" admonished Sakura, holding her hands over her aching ears.

"Uh, HELLO! You're not the one who's been rudely woken up! At least not yet…"

" Oh no, Oh NO!" Sakura screamed as he grabbed the jar from her and poured the rest of the water over her head … and ended up disappointed as all of it had been used up.

Syaoran groaned, and ran out of the room, down the corridor. He reappeared two seconds later, grabbed his trousers and ran out again, this time more decently.

He came back ready for a water fight, and saw no one expect the maid in the room. The young girl told him that Sakura left with her stuff a while ago; " I think she's checking out, didn't she tell you?"

Syaoran grabbed his stuff and ran downstairs, looking around furiously for his evil little 'sidekick'. Spotting her talking to a middle-aged guy, he rushed over, forgetting his rant.

The guy was normal-enough looking, except for the bulge in his pocket which looked uncannily like a gun, and a scar on his forehead. He was wearing a black shirt, black leather jacket, blue jeans and red leather doc martens.

"Roy, meet Syaoran. Syaoran, meet my friend Roy. He's agreed to help us, get us to Hong Kong."

"Yeah," said Roy, a challenging smirk on his face, " I'll do that, but do you think you'll be able to handle it, my good man?"

Syaoran stared at him for a while, and then replied. His answer made the guy's grin wider.

"Bring it."

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